Choose

Renton’s (Ewan McGregor) opening scene monologue from the cult classic Trainspotting (1996).

Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family.

Choose a fucking big television. Choose washing machines, cars,

compact disc players, electrical tin openers.

…

Choose good health, low cholesterol and dental insurance.

Choose fixed-interest mortgage repayments.

Choose a starter home. Choose your friends.

Choose leisure wear and matching luggage.

Choose a three-piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics.

Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning.

Choose sitting on a couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows

stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. …

Choose rotting away at the end of it, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish fucked-up brats that you’ve spawned to replace yourself.

Choose your future. Choose life.

But why would I want to do a thing like that?

I chose not to choose life. I chose something else. And the reasons?

There are no reasons.

Who needs reasons when you’ve got heroin?

What did you choose today?